The Land of the Netherlands

The land of the Netherlands,
water hardly below the lands,
A land, by virtue of strong dikes,
and almost inundated with bikes,
Stripes of water amidst the land,
Indeed land and water hand in hand
It is banal to talk about its canals,
for they are deep in its annals
Numerous old big windmills,
making up the absence of hills?
Strikingly beautiful Tulips,
The fields filled with too many colourful lips!
Here, it constantly rains,
occasionally the sun shines
Attractive are its parks and museums,
on which one can pen symposiums
Its capital, Amsterdam, symbolizes prosperity,
not to miss, also its notoriety
Its people known as the Dutch
so is the language, the Dutch
Biking hard, the Dutch grow tall,
from high standards they hardly fall
They may starve without bread and cheese,
they holiday in the mountains on skis
How they speak is strange,
conversation filled with rage,
To anything there must be consensus,
Their discussions, blunt and lacking pretenses
Holland covers a small part of the world,
But their airlines, KLM, covers the rest of the world!